Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.